a few true things

by Angela 1. Because when we were small cells multiplying in the dark salt cave, we could hear muffled voices through the pounds of flesh and muscle (though we didn’t know what hearing was). Because we start life in the dark, burrow under the arch of the hips and tunnel out into a brand new world. Eyes dim; only taking in blacks and blurs. Because our newly human body takes everything in, and it fuses […]

by Angela I don’t want to go there—to the dark. I’ve crossed a threshold—remember the whole-body woosh of energy as it left. But I know it. Notebooks full of rushed wild writing. Words I couldn’t say to anyone because, mostly, they weren’t my stories to tell.I remember the dead, the hollow, the ‘what’s the point’? I remember the missing friends, no longer there to lean on, problems of their own. I remember the body changing, […]

by Angela The food scraps are out of the freezer. Potato peelings. Giblets. Onion skins. Dug-out pumpkin pips and flesh, the ghosts of hollowed-out Halloween lanterns. Chicken bones. Carrot peelings. They all end up in the large stainless steel pot. A few cloves of garlic, skin on. A dash of mother apple cider vinegar. Four mushrooms. Eight grinds of coarse sea salt. I nip out the back door, pluck some sage, bay leaf and rosemary […]